Deep down, beneath layers of hidden secrets, deceit, and paranoia, a desperate part of him had genuinely believed he would be rewarded. He had craved validation; he wanted to feel important, deeply valued, and essential to the grand design.
With how harshly fate had been treating him lately, the tower distribution felt like a public execution of his self-worth. It was the ultimate confirmation that he was viewed as a dispensable nobody, a mere footnote destined to be forgotten. That bitter sting was magnified a hundredfold as he watched the political landscape shift around him, helpless as the number of paragons allying themselves with the Sun Kingdom steadily grew, leaving Tyrion further and further behind in the dust.
The breaking point of Tyrion's mind began the day the Origin Gods unleashed their wrath. Every shriek of agony and torture hadn't just echoed across the world, it had burned itself directly into his soul, leaving behind permanent psychic scars.
